Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: New Month

  • October 1

    It’s a new month and a new beginning for everyone. Remember to show kindness in any way you can. Let’s spread the love around. Peace. Happy Independence Day Nigeria.

  • May

    Oh, May, lovely May! The month I fell (for you) Like old tree leaves Swerving in the wind Carefree and happy To meet the dirt below I dreamed a lot Our memories worth Under the grim shadows Of this quiet mango tree And the glad glare Of the moonlight You remind me of May

  • Blessed New Month to you

    *April 1, 2020. I’m grateful for life and for my family, friends and followers. I pray for a blessed and fruitful month for everyone and the healing of Earth. Love ❤️🖤💜💙💛💚

  • Unabhangigkeit Nigeria!

    Today is October 1, 2019, doubling as the beginning of October and Nigeria’s Independence Day. This day in 1960 we became self governing when the Brits left. So †Unabhangigkeit Nigeria! From the coasts of West Africa, I wish a Happy New Month to all my followers and to Nigerians I say Happy Independence Day! As…

  • December, once again

    Dry airs are your best emissaries They send fine dust flying into our eyes,  And some minute debris thru the window curtains Heralding your descent, welcome O December!  By the corner, under the trees shed We gather to feel your fresh breeze,  Feeling the tree leaves dance happily Tumbling they went, falling with joy The…

  • Welcome December

    It’s the month of icing cold The freezing of whole rivers and circular fall of tree leaves When the sun rise higher in the clouds The lands glow with her amazing heat The cold and heat; Decembers hallmark

  • August: Paper Poem

  • June

    This morning brought me some fresh rain From my window I see the rains drop around The fresh smell of the clayey soil come Mixed with the scent of boiling corn Blue clouds sift across the skyline As the Doves come down to dine Always; brown and greens all about Grasses of the south start…

  • May 2016

    In the morning After the rains, The lands are wet With dew and mist The rivers overflow The sun is slow To wake For the towns’ sake, In instalments On the roofs first On the trees and nests On the fields and streets Through the lands, wild And upon all mankind

  • April

    March bears the Winter on her back And with one more nod to say bye She takes her leave to the Earths’ borders With this time of the heated sun It is even time to introduce some New flavors and dishes on the table The sun rise and the rain falls Brown earth stays everwhere…